[ He lets the conversation lapse into silence, comfortable on his end, for long moments. Being able to vent some of his feelings, even in the carefully measured way he's sure to speak to a teenager, has surprisingly helped. Just a bit.
Maybe moreso, the reminder that there are people here who still care about him has helped. It's orienting in all his disorientation, like he's brought down to Earth from where before he was staring up at the endless sky. There's something for Harold to focus on, to remember as important. People have always operated as that for him. Though he's not a highly social person -- not like Nathan, or Root -- those connections he does make are incredibly precious to him. ]
... Thank you for checking on me, [ he says quietly. ] I promise I won't do anything rash.
[ Like set himself on fire. That really was just a morbid joke. ]
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Maybe moreso, the reminder that there are people here who still care about him has helped. It's orienting in all his disorientation, like he's brought down to Earth from where before he was staring up at the endless sky. There's something for Harold to focus on, to remember as important. People have always operated as that for him. Though he's not a highly social person -- not like Nathan, or Root -- those connections he does make are incredibly precious to him. ]
... Thank you for checking on me, [ he says quietly. ] I promise I won't do anything rash.
[ Like set himself on fire. That really was just a morbid joke. ]